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Who: Haggar (and you!)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: SS First Breath, Planetside, Iskaulit
When: probably up until the 13th? Or later for the Iskaulit threads, if needed! Should be flexible!

A.

[First Breath]

[...She'd had barely enough time to examine the Marvisa after her disoriented waking up, in an attempt to figure it out before she found herself on the bridge of The First Breath instead. Cloaked and hooded of course, eyes glowing a bright yellow as her gaze flits around the area, seeming altogether too tense for some supposed celebration.

The music and confetti is unamusing, of course. Haggar's first instinct is to examine the bridge, and question the first person she sees if they don't approach her first.

Otherwise most of the time she'll be poking about the rest of the ship, seeing what it has and doesn't have available, observing the other crew with some suspicion, sometimes giving withering looks to the exposed wires and pipes, and, coming across her own supposed "station", trying to compare what she knows--what she thought she knew, to the new information that she had overriding it in her brain. Disorienting. She hates it already.]

B.

[Planetside]

[ After the first few days of acclimating to the ship and the situation, as much as it displeases her, well, there's a whole unknown planet with secrets down there to explore. Or at least to study and see if it can provide any clues to anything.

Most of her time ends up being drawn to going through books in the library, and after that, briefly checking out the other areas which seem to have drawn particular extensive attention. If someone's around, she might inquire as to what their investigation showed... or simply just watch and see what she can glean from listening and observing. The old fashioned way.

She likely draws some attention, wherever she shows up, garbed up as she is. Sometimes, though, she might be distracted, trying to find places to meditate or discern the nature of the planet herself. ]

C.

[Iskaulit]

[ After doing enough examining of the planet, and finding herself tired out from the process, she decides that regrouping and learning more about the fleet itself again is the higher priority. Besides, there are some other pressing concerns she has to be wary about...

In any case, the best way to do that seems to be by examining this ship that seems to be the main area for the fleeters to gather. Too many people, frankly, most of her time is spent skulking in the shadows, observing when she can, unless she happens to get caught. Which is certainly possible. She's not infallible.

But there are other times when certain rooms catch her interest. The lecture hall, the library, the labs, those seem to be where she gravitates toward on her own, whether to read or find clues. In one instance she finds the study room, where in a point of... some agitation, she sets a few of the globes rotating all at once and glares at them. How completely unproductive. ]

*[CR meme and permissions just in case, otherwise let's YOLO and see how it goes!]

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[Haggar's wanderings may eventually draw her to a separate area which appears to have been transformed into a snowy park. For foxes, specifically; there are a number of white winter foxes here amongst transplanted trees and bushes and rocks, cold and covered in snow.

The snow is magical in nature, an ongoing spell that keeps the natural habitat for these animals. Katie isn't responsible for it, but she sure takes advantage of it as a way to recharge her own batteries. She's not in evidence. Not obviously, anyway.

Standing out by the colour of her fur, there's a black and white cat curled up against two sleeping foxes for warmth. She's known and accepted by the animals now, and the cold doesn't bother her that much. Possibly just a cat. Or not, given Haggar's ability to sense magic within.

Sup.]

[The cold doesn't bother her anyway-

In all seriousness, though, there is more to explore about this ship than she thought, even if some of the areas haven't been particularly useful, others too crowded. This, though... that strange magic in the air is what draws her attention, as much as the peacefulness of it. Difficult, to find peace, a place to meditate quietly without feeling too cramped or worse, like the experience on the planet.

No, this was... almost strangely pleasant and that was something new, really; it's been a long time since she's interacted with a planet that had snow on it without trying to drain it for it's resources--but even then she did so very indirectly, it was hard to care. Now it was just...

... Well, there was a sense of something else here, another presence, something gnawingly familiar, though she doesn't see any people-shapes around.

Only the foxes, and that strange cat... which she had almost dismissed at first, but now they had caught her attention. But she says nothing, but she watches. She had time. ]

[Are we gonna end up sharing favourite peaceful spaces

The cat's more than happy to bask for quite a while, though it eventually stretches its paws out and tugs itself loose from the pile, shaking snow loose from its ears.

After a moment, its unblinking green gaze swivels in Haggar's direction.

Oho. It's the space witch. She didn't strike Katie as the type to look at foxes, but then again there's enough magic present that the park is a curiosity. And she's not quite ready to make it obvious that Katie is both human and cat, not with a woman doin it for the witch aesthetic who won't even give her name. (Ominous much?)

...but she can't resist padding her way over to Haggar to sit at her feet and stare up at her, just to see what she'll do.]

[Do you know how hard it is to find a peaceful space.

In any case, that sure is a cat wandering toward her. What an intent gaze for such a small animal.]

So you've come over to say hello? What an odd creature you are.

[And this seems to be an accidental staring contest, as she settles herself onto her knees as if sitting for a ritual. Joke's on you cat. She can hold a gaze for as long as needed. Especially with how suspicious you are. ]

[Look lady, staring is Katie's specialty!

...we could be here a while.]

[Bring it, cat.

Seriously she has nothing better to do right now.]

[But I am a cat

Just a normal every day cat this is what cats do

Magical cats too tbh

/nose twitch]

[The more she stares at the cat, the more convinced she is that there's something more, let alone familiar. Fascinating, really.

And really cat if you get bored then she can meditate properly, it's win-win for her.]

[Look this is fun and kind of hilarious, outstaring a witch is on her bucket list totally, but the problem is

Katie gets fidgety. And bored. And hasn't won yet, so eventually ducks her head to lick her paws like she's lost interest in the whole thing, you do you, lady. She saunters off into the bushes a moment later.

(God. Can't even outstare a witch, how lame. Must be because she's a space witch.)]

[Oh, Katie. Wandering off like that, she can't even see the tiniest smirk emerge on Haggar's face...

But she's not a particularly trusting soul, so. She Waits, calmly, idly trailing her fingers through the snow in a circular pattern around her.]

[Katie's pretty sure Haggar went 'gosh, that's a magical cat' given the whole sensing magic thing from earlier. Probably it's not going to take much to connect the dots. Oh, well.

Maybe a minute after the cat disappears into the bush, never to be seen again, Katie's voice echoes cheerfully from the doorway into this section.]

Playing in the snow? Are you going to build a snowman?

[Well. That didn't take long. How mysterious that that strange magic cat should be gone and that girl suddenly pop up! A certain curiosity in that matter. Certainly more complex than ordinary shapeshifting, if that's what it was.

... And frankly this girl's references continue to go over her head.]

Perhaps you'll have to show me how.

[At least she's not from the right time to have seen Frozen. She'd be quoting it mercilessly.]

You want to learn how to build a snowman? [S k e p t i c a l]

To be honest, I don't exactly know what that is.

[Not that she sounds like she cares particularly, one way or the other. Her little "picture" on the ground is looking very circular, almost like a glyph, really.]

Is that why you're here?

Yes. Here to rectify this terrible oversight. If you've never had the joy of a snowman, no wonder you're a space witch.

[And without further ado she plonks herself down in the snow next to Haggar, though she keeps a short distance between them, and peers curiously at the glyph-ish mark. Sam taught her a few, but they're very specific.]

Myself, I prefer snow cats. Or possibly a scene of snowmen advocating for snowmen rights in a long-suffering father's front yard. Though I suppose none of that made any sense to you at all.

[Nevertheless, she's scooping small piles of snow up in front of her.]

[She'll tactfully ignore the... odd insult, if that's what it was meant to be; though it was Katie and it might have been that she didn't really know what she was saying.

Hard to tell. Too many people spoke too quickly here, going on about subjects that had no meaning to her. Really, this is just an excuse to gather herself, as it were, and observe the oddity that this person was in front of her.]

No, not really. If you have a preference, then by all means, you don't have to humor me.

I never humour anyone.

[She's not sure if that's true or not. But okay. Observe away as Katie sculpts the snow in front of her into a little cat. It's all very mundane, but she hums a little as she does it.]

Do you have any pets?

[Speaking things 'true' seems to be a problem for Katie. A quirk? Who can tell.

As mundane as the little snow cat is, there's something very peaceful about all of it. Not a sensation she often has, which is strange in itself, but perhaps that's just what happens, when one is taken out of their consistently corruption-filled environment.]

Some time ago.

[Experiments and robeast fodder most likely, over the passage of years, but there might have been hints of fondness for some. Anything before that... she hardly remembers. Something about cats, though...]

Why do you ask?

You can tell a lot about a person by the pets they keep. Or the pets they don't keep. You sort of struck me as a cat person, really. Do you have cats where you come from?

[Some time ago is a sad thing. But animals don't live very long.]

[What a strange consideration. Then again, she didn't need such signs to tell her about people, no reason to explore them on a deeper level unless they were hiding important details that needed to be brought out.]

Is that so...

[There's a flicker of an echo, of a strange cat loping around in search of someone.]

They do exist, where I come from.

[Even if they haven't had them around Central Command... and the fact that she had no recollection of that particular cat in it's current form.]

[Ah. It's odd, but she's seen odder. And a cat beautifully fluffy enough she'd have reached forward to pet it if it hadn't been so fleeting.

A space cat to go with a space witch.]

They're the most odd of animals. Both eternally patient but eternally curious. And they always think you're there at their beck and call.

It's not so highly contrary a nature.

[Granted, that description could also fit her in some ways, humorously. Cat person indeed, pushing curiosity as far as she dared, patient to see what results it yielded, but yet suspicious of anyone who dared pose a challenge to such inquisitiveness.]

Is that what you like about them?

Mmm. I must say I've a fondness for any animal that can't be taken for granted.

[Humans too. And other oddities of the universe.]

That's a broad list.

[In her book, everything's got a use one way or the other, but it's harder to care for specifics.

She'll casually start to make a little cat of her own though, outside of the lines of her glyph. Maybe with some improvements.]

I have a broad fondness.

[Oh, that's the spirit. She peers with interest at Haggar's work.]

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